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"
Watch
your
language
,
you
dumb
wart
!
He
most
certainly
is
n't
a
poof
.
In
fact
,
the
day
he
looks
at
Sweet
William
,
our
screaming
juvenile
,
I
'll
cut
his
throat
and
Sweet
William
's
,
too
.
"
"
Well
,
if
he
is
n't
a
pansy
and
he
likes
,
why
does
n't
he
take
?
Does
n't
he
get
my
message
?
Does
he
think
I
'm
too
old
for
him
?
"
"
Sweetie
,
at
a
hundred
you
wo
n't
be
too
old
for
the
average
man
,
do
n't
worry
about
it
.
No
,
Dane
's
sworn
off
sex
for
life
,
the
fool
.
He
's
going
to
be
a
priest
.
"
Martha
's
lush
mouth
dropped
open
,
she
swung
back
her
mane
of
inky
hair
.
"
Go
on
!
"
"
True
,
true
.
"
"
You
mean
to
say
all
that
's
going
to
be
wasted
?
"
"
Afraid
so
.
He
's
offering
it
to
God
.
"
"
Then
God
's
a
bigger
poofter
than
Sweet
Willie
.
"
"
You
might
be
right
,
"
said
Justine
.
"
He
certainly
is
n't
too
fond
of
women
,
anyway
.
Second-class
,
that
's
us
,
way
back
in
the
Upper
Circle
.
Front
Stalls
and
the
Mezzanine
,
strictly
male
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
